Poor Kemp. I don’t know why I enjoyed tormenting him almost as much as Bruno did (although for me, since he’s fictional, it wasn’t quite as weird and evil as with Bruno, for who he was real).

This does show the side where Bruno and Kemp overlapped, for sure.

Well, it’s not exactly a “no,” in its own right. I’m still uncomfortable about it.

Who was it, a friend of mine was either doing this yelling or talking about doing this yelling. it was too wonderful and colorful not to relay.

I like how sometimes I got so organic with the drawings, wrapping the text around the drawings.

In fact, I largely drew in the characters first and then lettered around them, an odd way to go about things.

It is a bit bizarre that the one time Bruno is super-assertive, is when she sees she’s scaring a guy. But, I would also have to say there might be a bit more going on, that Kemp somewhat represents my want-for-isolation-and-to-write-poetry-and-be-left-alone-side, which is fun to antagonize.

Back in college and for a bit after, I would wear my clothes until they were tatters. I think I did it because I was poor and didn’t want to be wasteful, but I think part of it was that I was repelled by the idea of fitting in anywhere.